Relaxed

Cloud dressed, slowly tugging up his pants. Madame M looked at him, smiling.

"You did well. Next time we do this, you'll be crawling on your knees so your companion knows you submitted. After that, perhaps we'll fashion a cage for that pretty little cock of yours. You have potential, pet," the Wutaiian beauty purred.

"Would rather have pussy," Cloud demurred. Why was the way his ass and cock throbbed o familiar. As they made it to the lobby, Aerith eyed the dreamy eyed Cloud suspiciously.

"You look weird, Cloud," Aerith observed. Madam M cleared her throat.

"Tell me what you want and we'll take it from there," Madam M said, all business again.

"You're one of the Trio, right? I want to get into Corneo's next audition," Aerith said,

"And why in the world would you want to do that?" Madam M asked, looking at Aerith's outfit. "Hmmm… Okay. But. You cannot go dressed like that. I could never send Corneo a candidate wearing such a plain-looking getup. Doing so would call my position as one of the Trio into question."

"Is something wrong with my outfit?" Aerith asked, looking for Cloud. He looked at her, his brain still unfocused.

"Looks comfortable."

"Cloud, the fashion critic," Aerith said grumpily. "What do we do?"

"You just leave that to me. I put you in a dress so fabulous, you'll look like a million gil. It's obvious you can't afford a dress with that kind of price tag. So listen. I have an idea. There's an underground colosseum in this town. Up for a fight, Cloud? Good, because I'm getting you into that arena. If you win the tournament, I'll transform Aerith into a drop-dead gorgeous beauty."

"There any prize money?" Cloud asked.

"Yes—for the person who got you in. So? What do you say?" Madam M said, smiling at her boy. He nodded, flushing. "Good boy. That's what I like to hear. They're already letting fighters inside. You should hurry, run along. Remember: you are going to win me that money."